𝐈𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐢 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter 17

You were really looking forward to the school trip that Shoko mentioned would happen in winter. The idea of spending two nights away from home with her excited you a lot. You couldn't wait for it to happen, and it was all you could think about. Everyone was talking about it every day, and you found yourself imagining all the fun you would have. Although the trip was still a month away, you were determined to make the most of it once it arrived.

"It's going to be cold though. I hate winter, I swear," you said dramatically, letting your head fall on Geto's shoulder. "Come on, y/n, it's really not that bad. Plus, just look at the bright side - we'll be together!! Why not even sleep together, the four of us?" he smiled, but you shot back up.

"What!? You can do that??" you asked, confused. "I think so, yeah. You love the beach, right? I think the resort is near the beach." Your eyes lit up at the thought of smoking at night, near the beach. "Hell yeah!!! Oh, by the way, where is Shoko? Haven't seen her at all."

"Oh, she's with the school nurse? I think she's learning about some medical stuff, why?" Geto explained, and you nodded in understanding as you settled back near him.

Your attention was drawn to a figure with distinctive white hair approaching. "Look who's coming," you remarked with a smirk, anticipating some playful banter from Gojo. "I bet he's going to say something cringe, I can feel it," Geto chuckled, sharing your expectation.

"Hey muchachos, what's up?" Gojo's voice broke through, and you both burst out laughing, leaving him with a bemused expression. "What! Tell me!" he demanded, clearly confused by your reaction.

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You found yourself stuck babysitting Gojo for the entire journey to the resort. He complained about every little thing: his eyes hurt, his head hurt, he was uncomfortable, cold, sleepy, restless-you name it.

To all of his complaints, you simply responded with a nod, hoping he'd get the hint. Eventually, he fell asleep, and you took a moment to glance around. Nearly everyone else was asleep too, except for Geto, who caught your eye. You both shared a knowing smile, silently acknowledging the chaos of the trip so far.

» How is it going with Gojo?

He had texted you. You responded to Gojo's text with a picture of you giving him the finger while he slept, capturing the current mood perfectly.

»You should've been here instead of me.
Fuck you.

» He is not that bad y/n (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

»He is the worst suguru! "( - ⌓ - )

"Who are you texting?" Gojo asked, snatching your phone from your hand before you could respond. He quickly scrolled through the messages you had sent to his other friend.

"Hey, give that back!" you protested, reaching out to grab your phone, but Gojo held it just out of your reach, you watched him anxiously, wondering what he would say or do next.

He made an annoyed face and returned your phone saying "If you don't like me then don't stay with me, but don't talk like that Y/n." You laughed, thinking it was just another one of Gojo's playful comments, but when you saw the seriousness in his eyes, your laughter faded. "Wait, Gojo, I was just kidding," you said, trying to backtrack. "I didn't mean anything by it." He remained silent, his gaze fixed out the window, and you realized that your teasing had struck a nerve.

You decided to give him some space to process, resolving to apologize later when things had calmed down. In the meantime, you focused on enjoying the rest of the trip and hoped that things would improve between you and Gojo.

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With Geto's arrival bearing strong alcohol, you knew the night was about to take a wild turn. You exchanged a knowing look with Shoko, silently bracing yourselves for what was to come.

As the shots were poured and passed around, the atmosphere shifted. You and Shoko had been sipping on your drinks for what felt like forever, yet the alcohol's effects hadn't quite kicked in. It was as if the drinks were doing a dance around your senses, teasing you with the promise of a good time but holding back just enough to keep you on edge.

As you wandered the corridors of the hotel in the early hours of the morning, the sound of raucous laughter echoed through the halls, drawing you closer like a moth to a flame. Curiousity drove you forward, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The laughter grew louder.

The alcohol Geto had brought tasted like absolute garbage, leaving a bitter aftertaste that lingered on your tongue long after you had swallowed it down. It had already made you vomit twice, yet here you were, still wandering aimlessly through the hotel corridors in the early hours of the morning.

As you stumbled along, feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins, you came to a sudden halt in front of a closed door. From behind it, you could hear Gojo's unmistakable voice, his laughter mingling with the sounds of conversation from within.

Your blood ran cold, a chill sweeping through your body as your palms grew clammy with sweat. What was Gojo doing behind that door at this hour? It wasn't even his room. Without hesitation, with trembling hands, you knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the silent hallway like a warning bell.

Your heart pounding in your chest with each passing second. You prayed silently that he wouldn't be there, that it was all just a misunderstanding. When the door finally swung open, revealing a stranger's face, you barely registered their presence before pushing past them and into the room.

Your eyes darted around the space, searching desperately for the familiar sight of white hair, dread coiling in the pit of your stomach. And then you saw him, surrounded by laughter and chatter, his infectious grin lighting up the room as he reveled in the company of two girls.

The mere sight of him, laughing and enjoying himself without a care in the world, filled you with a seething rage that threatened to consume you whole. The urge to lash out, to scream and shout and demand answers, surged within you, but you clenched your fists and bit down on your tongue, swallowing the torrent of emotions threatening to spill forth.

As his gaze met yours, a fleeting moment of recognition flickered in his eyes before you turned and fled, a hand pressed firmly against your mouth in a futile attempt to stave off the nausea that threatened to overwhelm you. Your footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as you raced away, the world spinning around you in a dizzying blur until everything went dark.